#RobinzHood

INSIDE THE INNER SANCTUM’S HALL OF FAME, FORTUNE & FINESSE

Pinups and shutdowns in the shadow that’s always been here and there, I mean It Is everywhere

On or off of the mark, the bull’s eye still is the aim of the marksman, because you can, you can

Served your country from ’71 to the 22’s, hey man, don’t blame me for the dyin’ breed of Sonny

Hesitating the escalation of the battles of selfish and hateful brutes of aunts’ and uncles’ honey.

Gods or a God or no God, just a random happenstance of chaos’ atomic fission and fusion Zen

Meditate eyes closed, ears hearing the sound of silence, feeling, tasting, smelling a vape pen

Mark your place, I’ll save it for you, go ahead and take a rest with the herd, it’s all in the blood

Inside the brain’s mind of conscious perception & ability to recollect and retrieve, it’s all good.

This act of labor & love coinciding with the jive grooves of the needles that were rollin’ in the hay

Suddenly the genius’ of the group of I Don’t Know What To Do’s & y’all are all y’all are, a fish filet

Man’s muffins hot out the oven with that cup of tepid café con leche spillin’ all over your white pills

In time for the great schooner trip upon the ocean of only God knows what, top of the volcanic hills.

Nothing got the hold on you like your need to breathe in and out of your lungs, windpipe & mouth

Packing it all in for the rest of eternity, poked until the missed veins got purple-blue, vampired out

Time’s comin’ for kings and queens off Broadway into the infinite roots off of Hollywood and Vine

I’m high as your mighty mind and body on five dry martinis or six shots of Two Fingers’ fine line.

Time came for the end of lives living in the Present to make room for all future preconceived one

Need the fresh water & the big fish, all species of animals to run free in herds with fences & guns

Bone as good as a stone, it always was since the first evolved One without an equal, two came in

For the holy roller reason’s perfection, logic deters denial of delusion, your dream all I don’t know.

We shall, you will too, you’ll wake up in your elderly, old man’s head nodding upon your poem’s raps

Honky feeling heat & freezing stone cold for the last time, dying on or near the tracks until the G-taps

I can hear it comin’ ‘cause my ear’s down on the railroad track, it’s hummin’ louder, it’s Zen’s the way

Burned memories on the other side of the bridge, I’m the memory nobody can recall, vanished today.

Wherever you’ve been before today hasn’t revealed treason for being alive here or anywhere else

If you can’t find any reason for being alive, then it means that your life, that life is a waste of Hell’s

Fools with the pride in a ghostly and empty dream within a dream, it’s Poe and it’s all in the flow

Possible to be or never to have been at all, an aborted conception of the whim of the mother’s kid.

Escaped from the bowels of the inner sanctum where no men go for free with a no return deposit

Elementary DNA is the framework for the man appearing to every human at childbirth, fudge a bit

Mother ate the grain father left to keep his family #AI, intelligent or not, that’s all there is left, Blues

Dating your own kind and the other kind that ain’t anything but an alien who got right next to yours.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, February XXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 777 PMPST

#HIllbillyDeluxe

A C C E S S I B L E  H I L L B I L L Y

Time came before you knew that it was part of the off-key song sung by a guy
Or a gal, all of the same species of hominid, not even one better or worse than
Random conceptions on or underground, original sin’s excruciating natal pain
Disobeying a god in the hosted garden, Boston to Monterey, sunset to gold dawn.

Points taken from one end of the spectrum to the other, UV light to the Infrared
Monks in caves read the Word, kept the Word, hid the Word, all living will be dead
In a moment that cannot be known by the One inside of the flesh and 208 bones
All but spent inside of the Void full of tongues-out @Rolling_Stones, on i-phones.

We’re all here and now on the same page, language only matters to the boogeymen
Linguistic analysis yields the premises and deduced induction of specious acumen
Charlie’s in the concreted jungle, you know we seen that faraway look, deep Hades
Government issued to host the myriad of GI parties for the angels and all animals.

Nothing is more urgent than breathing, healthy eating, defecating & divine liberty
Midnight to high noon, the gamble is being conceived in concert with rollin’ stones
Defalcation of all of yours & all of mine, the gold & silver pirate treasures of the ID
Stolen from the occult & the perceived reality, form’s essence nobody can even see.

Halls of empty, dead air like the stuff you’re breathing right this very moment too
I am as well, deeply or shallow, above or underwater, the gas is what keeps us blue
Montgomery to Tacoma, #LetUsDoThis your thing, our thing, every mother’s son
Born to be tamed like old Adam & old Eve, you know the epic saga, all said & done.

You’d think the apes of your culture, your civilization soon to disappear, as such
Rambling more or less from the start of the get-go, anti-clockwork burnt orange
Sensation of the sixth sense requires the five senses to be as #Woke as a sumbeach
No conceived zygote needs me to advise, Truth is all about the nature of grunge.

Grown men cry just like the little baby boys they used to be, tears on our pillow
The wet well of disappointment or fear of death has dried up like a desert, slow
Known or occult, it’s over when it’s over, if it’s not over, I’ll let you tell me it’s me
All my imagination and that’s gonna fade away the day I die, conscious or not, see?

Monkeyed around with the history read from the Presidents & Popes, govern my ID
May I have your attention please, boys and girls? Diamond rings for the MASH chit
Mobile Air-Sea Hospital, in an infinite loop of reruns, movie and of #4077 kitty porn
Dream, wake up, sleepwalk, daydreamers’ function is just a kiss away from a Tinhorn.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, 2-20-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

I KNEW THE HONKYS & PLAYED WITH THE MONKEES

FEAR AND TREMBLE UNTIL YOU DIE FROM BEING ALIVE

Briefly, gold's old as a supernova's dream of low blood pressure at the ocean sands

Brown skinned as the treasures of my memories in the photosynthetic backhands

Moves of the fours & twos, galloping, sprinting for the finish line’s invisible tease

Radical roadies takin’ care of the foolish follies of the bards and jugglers of seas.

Pining over Nothing or whatever came from it and went back to it, recycled ICE

Bones leftover, rotten beat of the meat turned to the wasted sheet, down dice

Over and over, ad infinitum from the fly on the wall to the underground’s elite

Ones of the many who found diamonds in the rough sand, dukes ready to fight.

Creed of believing blindly what you’ve heard, as you’re told, it’s too late for Us

In the middle of the stage play, a shaky spear of a night’s mare on a magic bus

Peculiar as the sights and sounds of the whole shebang to the deaf & dumb

Dumber than a rock which is stoned pebbles in utero, queens & kings come.

In and out of the things themselves, essence essentially of the whole shebang

Freedom inside your cranking grey matter but only indentured servitude dung

Perfection from the zero, absolute empty vacuum of atomic charms, I am here

As above and so it is below the justice of humanity, the ham sandwich & beer.

Professor Kikongo’s told me way back in 1978 or was it ’80, it is all the above

Penthouse or underground getaway from the sheriff’s outlaws, no peace dove

Here, now or ever from this point to the final destination, as a crow flies home

Even seagulls know four Winds’ block stardust, I can’t get clawed feet to roam.

Smarter than my encyclopedic recollection of the bits and pieces of data bytes

Silence is your key to knowing I’m right, I’m never wrong about superman feats

Your thirst and hunger for Life is the key to the immanence of the gods descent

Underneath Our coverups and beds’ spreads, naked Truth, 208 bones, My scent.

Time and Space here and now, ready or not, preachin’ to the children’s choir

Boys and girls all innocent and taught to fail and stumble without getting’ up

Learned to grab what’s in dead’s garbage can inside of McDonald’s wrappers

Humming and filling the air above with the foundation of dreads and rappers.

Sulfur and the ham’s burgers of Justice and Truth, professorial bad batteries

Unfortunately, I know nothing about Air Force’s of inertia, gravity’s collapse

Or I’d warn the minions to run until they find the darkness in the seven seas

They have the Hydrogen & Oxygen, Nitrogen and Carbon flow’s deep freeze.

Junk yards full of junkies, people who covet failed brain and mind functioning

Nobody knows anything, knowledge isn’t even possible, naught conjecturing

Killed the living, ate it to stay alive, felt the pain & distant kin’s hot licks’ tune

Tiger & lion movies gave away subplot’s climaxes, God bless the ph’qqn' goons!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 2-19-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST

{Drafted to #GreatestHITS70sEver link @ https://youtu.be/VhR5srjaM6o}

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